Аліса в Задзеркаллі

           ‘Butifyouhadn’tdonethem,’theQueensaid,‘thatwouldhavebeenbetterstill;better,andbetter,andbetter!’Hervoicewenthigherwitheach‘better,’tillitgotquitetoasqueakatlast.

           Alicewasjustbeginningtosay‘There’samistakesomewhere—’whentheQueenbeganscreamingsoloudthatshehadtoleavethesentenceunfinished.‘Oh,oh,oh!’shoutedtheQueen,shakingherhandaboutasifshewantedtoshakeitoff.‘Myfinger’sbleeding!Oh,oh,oh,oh!’

           Herscreamsweresoexactlylikethewhistleofasteam-engine,thatAlicehadtoholdbothherhandsoverherears.

           ‘WhatIsthematter?’shesaid,assoonastherewasachanceofmakingherselfheard.‘Haveyouprickedyourfinger?’

           ‘Ihaven’tprickedityet,’theQueensaid,‘butIsoonshall—oh,oh,oh!’

           ‘Whendoyouexpecttodoit?’Aliceasked,feelingverymuchinclinedtolaugh.

           ‘WhenIfastenmyshawlagain,’thepoorQueengroanedout:‘thebroochwillcomeundonedirectly.Oh,oh!’Asshesaidthewordsthebroochflewopen,andtheQueenclutchedwildlyatit,andtriedtoclaspitagain.

           ‘Takecare!’criedAlice.‘You’reholdingitallcrooked!’Andshecaughtatthebrooch;butitwastoolate:thepinhadslipped,andtheQueenhadprickedherfinger.

           ‘Thataccountsforthebleeding,yousee,’shesaidtoAlicewithasmile.‘Nowyouunderstandthewaythingshappenhere.’

           ‘Butwhydon’tyouscreamnow?’Aliceasked,holdingherhandsreadytoputoverherearsagain.